Confessions of a wallflower

As Summer 2011 comes to a close, gazillions of sappy, stupid, and very annoying tweets/status updates have flooded my news feeds. People keep going on about how it was the best summer ever and how everyone made it so wonderful. OMG and lots of <3<3<3<3<3. So I’ve looked back on my summer to rave about all the wonderful things I did too!

Actually…what did I do this summer?

I definitely know I spent a lot of time at work. I know this because I worked over 56 hours last week and every time I see something with a cupcake on it (pens, shirts, notebooks, backpacks, etc.) I buy it. Another clue was at one point I had about two dozen cupcakes in my fridge. Needless to say, guys, I work at a cupcake place. (Not the one that was on “Cupcake Wars.” The OTHER one.)

Besides work and seeing Bradley Cooper on a golf cart, my summer wasn’t eventful. I didn’t go grad party hopping or stay a week at a lavish beach house with a hot lifeguard who saved my life. No, I was stalking people on Facebook, eating, going to church, or sleeping. The craziest thing I did was trying to start a “USA” chant in “Captain America: The First Avenger.”

People keep telling me that one of the biggest college experiences that every college student should take part of are the parties. And I keep explaining to those same people that I’m not that type of girl. For one, I grew up in church my whole life. The second? The only time I’ve ever had alcohol was at my uncle’s wedding and I thought I was smashed just after taking one sip.

I hated those kids who partied in high school and posted pictures of them slurping beer in their unfinished basement or (my personal favorite) garages. I found them stupid. What’s so awesome about getting your stomach pumped, you know?

Obviously parties are a huge part of college. Heck, our photo banner on here has a red cup chilling next to the books. But I have no desire to participate in any of it. College hasn’t even started yet and I’m already getting invited to parties up at UMASS. Yeah, I’ll admit. I’m kinda lame. When my doctor when she asked me if I have sex, drink, or smoke, I apologized. “Sorry, I’m not exciting. I don’t do any of that,” I told her trying to laugh it off. Fortunately, she was ecstatic. She reassured me it made her job easier. At the moment, I’m okay with being a total nerd. I’d rather remember the stupid things I do. And not because of the pictures someone posted on Facebook.

Is it sad that I’m such a wallflower? Commendable? Boring? What do you do in college?

4 Responses

I tried out some of the party culture when I first arrived at university at 17. I quickly realized that it wasn’t for me, and that it was in the end about as boring as I always thought it would be.

Don’t be compelled to believe that there’s really something to it, where clearly for you there is not. Our culture certainly plays the party scene as the exciting option, but realistically, think about whether you find any of these things exciting:

– Binge drinking
– Endless drinking games (beer pong, flip cup, quarters, trivia, card games, etc. etc. etc.)
– Drunken people making fools of themselves
– Vomit
– Sex in front of you that you weren’t looking to see
– Smoking pot and goofing around doing nothing
– Jokes and pranks that only seem witty to intoxicated individuals
– Sloppy flirting
– Everyone going on and on at least until the next party, about who did who, who drank what, who puked, blah blah

If you don’t, move on. The most disappointing thing that I found was that many friends of mine that did party hard, most of them got to a point where they didn’t think they were having fun unless they were doing something on the list I put up above. Like somehow, that the party scene was the epitome of fun, safe to say I wasn’t friends with most of them for much longer.

Cihan:
Oh god. The sex part kind of made me vomit. I can’t even stand people making out in public.
My worst fear (as you pointed out) is loosing my friends to partying. I’m dreading the day when those pictures hit my news feeds. Unfortunately, people make their own choices!

Shortly after starting college, I realized there were a lot of lazy people willing to waste time and money (mostly going to bars and remaining drunk most days). I opted to be a wallflower and remain in the company of good friends–excluding these slobs completely.